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It All Comes Down To This: Everyone's Made Up Of Pixie Dust
Nobody's really different from anybody else. So why is it that we divide up into cliques? Why do we judge each other for what we're wearing or whom were dating? (Trust me I know this one) Everyone changes at one point. So why is it that friends get so mad for it? Why do other aquantinces you knew drop you like a ball just because you like rock and not rap? Why do we have to get shoved in the halls just because you said no to some stupid things?
Boys are from Mars.
Shame I really wanted to be from Mars. But ok, so guys are from Mars. That actually explains A LOT!
Chicks are from Venus.
Hmm... never liked that planet much, sorry Venus. I guess that's why we don't like ourselves...
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